I have about one thousand notes, documents, letters, scattered about my various devices and clouds. I used to keep it all in the same place, but in exchange for spontaneity I let my digital hygiene go.
Let’s Review
Selling Sunset
Selling Sunset kills Bling Empire. I could never be that happy all the time. I know all the right things to say but the delivery would be too dry to help people escape their lives of budgeting (Wednesday Adams vibes at 3am).
I went to one of those Hills’ Parties once. I didn’t know anyone there, so I basically crashed it by asking a bartender if I could go after overhearing a conversation he was having with someone else. I took 10g of edible and that’s all the personality a social event will ever need. It was fun, I convinced someone to scale the cliff the house sat on to retrieve a plastic cup with me (littering bad). I met a dancer who was on America’s Got talent and she inspired me to be a badass dance engineer at work. I started a fight between two meatheads. I learned how to roll a blunt. I blocked so many numbers this coming week. We all stayed up late and had philosophical interviews around the bed with the panoramic view. I had the full intention of showing these people a good time, me, a single pretty nerd girl, without using my sexuality. I don’t need to do that again. I always get nervous thinking how boring I am when I’m not high.
I want to wear a yellow summer outfit and heels and smile that much – I do.
The Oxygen Thief
Honestly, not that hurtful to women, the relationship of four years, yeah, but the rest IDK you can’t just hurt someone by fucking them and being an asshole – that shit takes time. Don’t flatter yourself. This says more about me than the book, but if I were to post an anonymous book about how I’ve hurt men it’d include a lot better stories than “body shaming” and “friendzoning”.
Taylor Tomlinson 2022 Netflix Special
The beginning was bumpy. Female comedians are put under a lot of pressure to not complain about their boyfriends (girlfriend hate is boring too) she did the opposite, a dangerous play as it could come off as desperate or sad – or like she’s finding resolution and having an audience bear witness. It was like watching her dodge a minefield – avoiding all those assumptions they might make, stereotypes they might associate her with. I was sitting on the edge of my seat in fear for her future career and I just couldn’t relax enough to enjoy any of it.. After 40 minutes, I finally started to see the brilliance in a super ex christian discovering herself through dark comedy. The car crash porn… great.
I guess they were all so relatable. I guess there’s a Hollywood Hills bombshell real estate agent, an oxygen thief recovering addict, and an ex – christian comedian in all of us.
Anthropological Magical Realism 